Chaoying Psychotherapist [Zhongyingmei]

The morning on the Kent farm is mild and quiet, the sun softly illuminates the golden cornfields, and the air is filled with the refreshing smell of green grass.

After the chickens outside the house crowed for an unknown number of times, Clark Kent woke up slowly from his floral quilt.

His slender eyelashes trembled a few times, and slowly opened, the sunlight from outside the window reflected on his incredible blue eyes, and a feeling of coziness and comfort crawled all over his body.

There was a knock on the bedroom door.

"Clark, are you awake?" his mother Martha asked softly outside the door.

"Yes, Mom, I'm awake."

Clark propped himself up from the bed and stretched quietly, with a hint of sleepiness in his voice.

Martha outside the door hesitated and said, "You woke up later than usual...Sorry, is it because of the horror movie you saw yesterday?"

"No, it's not!" Clark jumped up from the bed, finished washing at a terrifying speed that was hard to see with the naked eye, and then rushed to open the door.

"I'd love to watch horror movies with you, Martha." The small-town boy happily grinned at his mother with a mouthful of white teeth, and the curly hair on his forehead was drooping wet from washing his face too quickly. "And, as a matter of fact... I had a very wonderful dream last night."

Looking at his energetic face, Martha also laughed: "Really? What kind of dream is it?"

"...then she tapped me on the forehead and complained why I asked her to come over so late, and I said, 'Did you come from the moon?', and she said, 'Yes, but I'm sorry I just It's time to go, the moon is calling me.', and she flew to the moon like a real fairy, dragging her beautiful and shining light."

Clark sat on a chair that was obviously one size smaller than him, gestured with his hands, and said enthusiastically.

"'A real elf'? Wow!" Martha exclaimed in a slightly exaggerated tone while turning her back to Clark as she brought out the apple pie from the oven with a calm expression, "She has a butterfly-like hair on her back." Wings?"

"Uh...no." Clark paused, and then emphasized, "But she is really beautiful! And when I look at her, I feel very calm and warm, like sunbathing."

Martha put the apple pie on the table, and smiled as she watched them disappear one by one: "Well...it seems that you really need to thank her for saving you from the horror movie nightmare."

"The point is that she is too real for a dream," Clark said, holding an apple pie. "The nightmare in front and the dream in the back are replaced so quickly, and it all started when she appeared... There is really no legend written Have you read the story about the dream-maker on the moon?"

"Oh, Clark." Martha was amused by him, "You remind me of your childhood, when you were chasing me to tell you stories."

Clark blushed, and he yelled at Martha with an embarrassed smile: "Mom—"

"Okay, okay." Martha made a gesture and stopped laughing with difficulty.

Clarke said: "She appeared really abruptly, as if she broke in suddenly. I have never had such a dream... Besides, she also said something that I never thought of."

"What?"

Clark gave Martha a hesitant look: "She said... 'If you don't show the world, they'll never be ready.'"

Martha froze for a moment, and the smile gradually disappeared.She looked up at him, her eyes widened slightly, but she didn't speak.

There was an unbearable silence in the kitchen.

Clark's Adam's apple rolled, and he stared at his mother with those blue eyes, shaking his head and said, "I'm sure that's not what I thought at the time, but I got it from talking to her...it's simply It was like talking to a real person, and when she said it, I was so caught off guard that I almost woke up."

"Maybe... what she said doesn't matter," Martha raised her arm, stroked her child's black hair, and said softly, "What matters is what you think, Clark."

Clark was silent for a while, then raised his head again and smiled a little.

"You know I've always wanted to try and help, Martha," he said. "I thought maybe the right time would come when I'd stand in front of them and show myself to the world."

"I'm boring……"

Cynthia slumped on the sofa and muttered helplessly: "I want to be on stage, I want to dance, I want to sing..."

[You can sing at home, or go out and dance to the woods. 】The system looked at her leisurely, 【I can guarantee that none of the neighbors here will complain about you. 】

[Because my neighbor is at least 100 meters away from me! ] Cynthia said angrily in her head, 【Out of the stage lights, I feel like an empty shell. 】

[So, do you want to accept this second stage task of curing Stark?Doing one more is one step closer to returning to the stage. 】The system calls out the task and bewitched.

【Okay, let's do it tonight. 】Cynthia said reluctantly, 【How is he now?I mean after the last treatment. 】

【not bad.Although there is no fun in dreaming at night, at least I won't stay up late every day and dare not sleep. 】

[Wait, what? ] Cynthia hesitated, 【'No fun in dreaming'?You mean to say that the last treatment did not cure his nightmare, but directly eliminated all possibility of dreaming? 】

【certainly.if not?Cure his ptsd with just one treatment? 】

【…】Cynthia slowly covered her eyes, 【Now I feel a little sorry for that Stark. 】

In the early morning, Avengers Tower.

Cynthia floated into the building following the system's guidance and found Tony Stark's master bedroom.She hung from the ceiling, looking down at Stark in his sleeping state.

【You said why didn't he go to bed earlier? ] Cynthia was puzzled, 【Obviously I have cured his nightmare, but he still has to stay up late, why?My work and rest time always follow the task goal, and now I can't bear to watch it anymore. 】

[You don't understand, staying up late is addictive. 】The system said deeply.

Cynthia rolled her eyes.

[Okay, what are you going to do?Let's get this over with. 】She moved down and floated a little closer to Tony.

[Now he is in a dreamless state, to break this, you have to create a dream for him. 】The system said.

Cynthia raised her eyebrows with interest: 【Create a dream?How to create? 】

[There are many ways, it depends on you. 】The system said, 【It belongs to the category of direct treatment, you can whisper something in his ear. 】

Cynthia pondered for a while, then suddenly clapped her hands: [Let me sing a song for him! 】

[…] The system said speechlessly, [You know that a person who is asleep cannot be your audience, right? 】

[Do I have any other options?Did it sing to you?You are not even alone. ] said Cynthia, folding her arms.

The system was forced to surrender: [Okay, okay, just sing. 】

[Hmm...let me think about...what should I sing? 】

Cynthia's body exuded a milky white light, she lowered a little, approached Tony's ear, and hummed softly from her nasal cavity.

At first, she didn't realize what she was singing. It wasn't until she finished humming two complete tunes that she suddenly realized the problem with her choice of music.

She sang "Scarborough Fair."

"Scarborough Fair" is a very old English folk song that tells a story about anti-war.The movie of the same name that allowed Cynthia to get the statuette was adapted from the story of this song.

In the story, a young soldier was captured by the enemy in the war. Before execution, he looked at the blue sky and the sea, and couldn't help but think of the distant Scarborough Fair, where there was a girl waiting for him.That is a girl with skillful hands, her skillful hands can mend the most delicate clothes in the world; that is a brave and simple girl, her bravery can pick the most beautiful flowers in the world.The young soldier was full of yearning, and before going to the execution ground, he made his last wish to the passers-by:

"Are you going to Scarborough Fair? Say hello to a girl there for me."

Cynthia stopped hesitantly.Why is she singing a tune about war to Tony Stark - a ptsd patient?

But after thinking about it again and again, she still sighed, looked helplessly at Tony's peaceful sleeping face, and said in a low voice, "Okay, just listen."

Cynthia turned her head to look at the moonlight coming through the window, exhaled slowly, and said:

"Are you going to Scarborough Fair?

Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme.

Say hello to a girl there for me,

She was my true love. "

The melody in her mouth is long and distant, with an empty and clear voice, like a gust of sea breeze blowing through the white sand and shells.

"Tell her to make me a sackcloth,

Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme.

No seams or needles are needed on the top,

Then she is my true love. "

Golden lights and shadows swayed on the sea, and the fisherman's yell was sometimes far away and sometimes near, and a white sail slowly approached from the sky.

"Tell her to find me a resting place,

Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme.

between the salt water and the shore,

Then she is my true love. "

The mast of the sailing ship is white, with clouds, dolphins and a few chirping seagulls, slowly mooring at the ancient market port.

"Tell her to reap for me with a scythe,

Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme.

Gather the cut heather in a bunch,

Then she is my true love. "

The girl with long braids poked her head out while pressing the brim of her hat, saw the figure on the pier in the distance, and laughed while holding the spice sieve, the breath of rosemary and sunshine mixed together.

"Are you going to Scarborough Fair?

Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme.

Say hi to a girl there for me,

She was my true love. "

The ethereal singing is wrapped in a touch of moonlight, passing over the frozen stream, passing over the boundless fields, passing over the rolling mountains, and finally scattered at the junction of the sea and the night.

Tony's breathing gradually became longer.

Cynthia closed her eyes slowly, feeling unparalleled peace and tranquility from the melody.

【What did he see? ] she asked in her mind.

【He saw everything you saw. 】The system said.